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A broken reed
Bleeding through the love pipes of social apartheid,
Got fixed after waging twenty seven logs of wood in
the iron woods of bars on him
Through his mouth,
The dumb trumpeted
And echoed, beating gongs
into the forested minds of men
in the distant woods
His retina sighted the blind
from obscurity of racisms
For a bullseye of the Morrow's pregnancies
So men sang a chorus
...Hail hail free Mandela
His skin wore shackles
His mind bore freedom
His speech spoke out chains
Unweaving the threads of apartheid
So men sang a chorus
...Hail hail free Mandela
Ode to Nelson Madiba Mandela's voice
of freedom
20 Line Haiku Hijack
I stole a haiku from Japan
Stuffed it in a duffle bag, added 20 lines
Fed it chocolate day and night before the flight
Then placed it on the market when I landed
Shrimp and whale tails make sound haiku
Deliciously simple like sushi. Japan hated mine.
Called it distasteful, too heavy and rude
Complaining it suffered from too many lines
I sold the stolen poem to a toothless man next
An Afghanistan Taliban in need of a wife
He realized the mistake and returned it at once
Calling it bland, loveless and torturously trite
I injected a diaphragm on the haiku 2nd line
To prevent undo pregnancies
When left alone to expand, haiku will multiply on command
It grew from 3 to 20 lines in what Japan calls a crime
Hijacking haiku and adding more lines is wrong
It changes the meaning and makes it too long
Haiku will never be the same again
In the end I put it on a train to India…a quatrain to be exact.
“Students make delicious treats for seniors”
What a sacrifice those students are making
It warms the cockles of this old man's heart
Such a sweet and unselfish undertaking
“Teen pregnancies drop off after twenty-five”
Well, I certainly would hope that's the case
That's a dirty big family in any man's language
For the beds, you'd soon run out of space
“Veterinarians take over as panda mating fails”
Okay, now I've got this strange mental picture
It's definitely X-rated if you ask this old guy
I mean really, we should show some respect
“Stiff opposition expected to casket proposal”
It's kind of what you would probably expect
Given the condition of the deceased inside
I mean really, we should show some respect
“Head of African country seeks arms”
Wow! Just a head and a couple of arms
What a weird sight that would turn out to be
Most people would sure be alarmed
“Studies have shown that obesity rubs off”
Well, if that's the case, I'll be a-rubbing
Every day and night till my skin turns raw
Till I get back my happy old zing!
Eternal God loves each and every one of us
Life is a gift from Eternal God
There are estimated 50 million Abortion Liberty worldwide annually
It is done to free the unborn from problems, misfortunes, dilemmas, adversities
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Of all unplanned pregnancies, more abort than give birth (47% abort vs. 40% give birth).
Everybody make mistakes
We are just humans
We are not perfect
*
A child passed every second
That’s okay
That’s life
Why don’t we just help rather than talking
*
Abortion Liberty women are at risk
It is okay with Eternal God
He told the baby angel
The babies are safe in heaven
*
Assist Women in Abortion Liberty
To have a wonderful outcome
Being at peace with everyone
Tomorrow we will see the beautiful sunrise
*
Let all of us get along
Think what Eternal God wants
Development of human being
About Abortion Liberty came to end
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date:4272022 @ 1:08pm
Source: (MCS) mycatholicsource.com
Woman – I am touched by womanliness full of emotion
Wife – I once touched by my partner in marriage now I dearly miss
Mother – I once touched by pregnancies of my children I dearly love
Chauffeur - I once touched by driving my family to engagements
Nurse- I once touched with caring for my husband and family
Artist – I am touched by beauty only I can see and touch
Teacher - I am touched with those that I could, can plant an inspirational seed
Poet – I am touched with a waterfall of sadness, joy, and love
Sister – I once touched by a sister, love the sibling that came into this world
Mother In-law – I am touched by those who share their love
Grandmother – I am touched with those that mirror my children and so adore
Daughter – I was touched by my dad my hero, and still embrace my mother
Friends - I am touched by those I hold close a flower bouquet
Peacemaker – I am touched by the flame that inspires peace and knowledge
Dancer – I am touched by the weightless and encouragement to move
Dog-walker - I am touched by wagging, jumping, and licks of embedded love
Child of God – I am touched by his presence and inspiration of life
I am mixed clay that was once rough as sand, dropped, spattered, and molded
I am flawed with the disorder of humanity, forgiven by the drops of crimson
4/28/2020
Poetry Contest: 'I AM: A LIST BIO CHALLENGE'
Sponsored By: Andrea Dietrich
WOW I AM SO REMINDED OF BEING A SPONSOR SUPPORTER OF THW WIC PROGRAM I WAS HONORED TO BE ON THE COVER OF HEALTHY START MAGAZINE SPONSORING THE WIC PROGRAM 1992 ME AND MY PREGNANT BELLY THE PROGRAM WAS TO BRING AWARENESS HOW IMPORTANT IT IS FOR MOTHERS TO START THIER PREGNANCIES OFF WITH PROPER HEALTH NUTRITION FOR MOTHER AND BABY AND SMALL CHILDREN WITH GROWING BONES TEETH THE WIC PROGRAM PROVIDED EARLY SCREENING TESTING FOR LEAD POISON ALLERGIES IMMINIZATIONS EARLY CHILDHOOD DEVELOPMENT HIGH RISK PREGNANCIES POSTPARTUM AWARENESS PREVENTING WOMEN FROM DYING IN CHILD BIRTH STILL BORN PREMATURE BIRTHS PREEMIIES ARE VERY FRAGILE SOME BORN WEIGHING ONLY 1 TO 2 POUNDS THIER SURVIVOR DEPENDS ON THE WIC PROGRAM FOR SPECIAL FORMULA SO EXPENSIVE IT CAN BE 300 DOLLARS TO SIX HUNDRED A CAN FOR ONE MONTH WIC ISN'T JUST FOR POOR MOTHER ITS FOR ALL MOTHERS INCLUDING MILITARY MOTHERS BENEFIT FROM THIS GOVERMENT PROGRAM SAVING MANY CHILDREN UNDER FIVE FROM MALNUTRITION SOME BABIES ARE ALLERGIC TO REGULAR FORMULA RESULTING IN INTESTINAL DAMAGE UNNECESSARY SURGERIES NO DISCRIMINATION BRINGING HEALTHY BABIES IN THE WOULD CARRYING FOR A PREEMIE WEIGHT 2 POUNDS UNABLE TO NURSE FROM THE MOTHER ALLERGIES ITS SO CRITICAL MY EXPERIENCES WITH HEALTHY START MAGAZINE THE WIC PROGRAM WOMEN INFANTS AND CHILDREN SAVES LIVES THESE ARE THE TINIEST AFFECTED BY THIS SHUT DOWN 1 POUND PREEMIES RUNNING OUT OF LIFE SAVING FORMULA NOT SOLD ON SHELVES ONLY THROUGH WIC PROGRAM GOD BLESS THE HEALTHY START PROGRAM FOR HAVING MY AND MY BELLY ON THE COVER OF THE HEALTHY START MAGAZINE 1992 AND 93 CLEVELAND OHIO AND ON THIER COMMERCIAL ON FOX 19 RAISING AWARENESS FOR HEALTHY WOMEN INFANTS AND CHILDREN I AM FEELING BLESSED
Don' be so old fashioned!
These are the nineties,
everyone does it.
Sound familiar?
It should,
these are mere sound bytes
of a self centered generation.
The I want it now generation.
The generation with an attitude.
Call me old fashioned,
for I continue to believe that sin in the fifties,
is sin in the nineties.
A span of time changes nothing but perception.
Today our president endorses partial birth abortion.
Like garbage, we find babies in trash cans
and school children shooting their classmates.
Lives are being destroyed by drugs,
while drive by shootings escalate.
Teenage pregnancies are at an all time high
as H.I.V. takes its toll.
Divorce has become an accepted practice,
and living out of wedlock has become the norm.
We continue down the slippery slope
as we search for someone or some thing to blame.
In reality we need not look far,
For it's the heart stupid!
Yes, call me old fashioned!
All these continue to be a stench in the nostrils of God.
We decry some Arabic countries
where women are forced by law
to wear burkhas and cover
their faces and cannot speak out.
We speak for them, and ask,
“Where are the rights
of these poor women
who can make no decisions
and cannot participate?”
“Horrors!” we cry.
“In this country women
can make their own decisions
about what they want and
about their own bodies!”
That is, up until now, at least.
For certain lawmakers
would have us believe that our
government should have the right
to tell us we MUST have a child,
once conceived, no abortion,
no matter the financial or
health issues or even rape!
They want no birth control for
those “wanton” women
(Many of them married) who
want to have sex without
procreation in mind!
No more terminations of
pregnancies to save a
mother’s life or to protect
the victim of a brutal rape!
In other words, NO MORE CHOICE!
No doctor's interference.
Other people are given the
right to decide what
it is a woman has to do.
Less government, they say?
yet the government will now
sit in judgment in our bedrooms?
Shame! Shame on these throwbacks
to a hundred years ago!
Shame on these who would
move our country back into the
dark ages because of personal beliefs.
We hear we must overturn
theocracies and turn them into
secular democracies like ours,
where there is freedom of religion
as we have in this country.
But some who tout our democracy
Want to turn our country
Into their version of a government
by religious fiat, in which
their particular interpretation of
he Bible will determine
what we can or cannot do.
Gone will be options for women!
And gone, also, will be that
precious freedom of religion
our forefathers fought for,
along with the separation of
Church and State that is laid
out in our Constitution!
But it seems the Constitution
doesn't deter our leaders.
Stand your ground, women. Vote!
People of ALL religions or none,
stand your ground as well!
For, if we are too lazy to vote,
too lazy to stake our position in
defending our Constitution,
we will lose everything, whether
we are Jews, Buddhists, Muslims,
Catholics, atheists or, yes, even moderate
or evangelical Protestant Christians.
To soothe
A crying babe
Mother
Presents her breast
And hums
A melodic tune
Soft
Gentle strokes
On an infant’s cheek
His face
Brightens
Reaching up
For a father’s arms
To stretch down
Meet his gesturing
Little arms
Squeeze and choke
His father’s neck
He releases
And grabs his chin
To look his dad
Face on
And plants a kiss
With sound effects
On his father’s lips
“Why, Thank you little man.”
The little man smiles
And returns to chocking
His dad
She met her best friend’s eye’s
Mirroring
Each other’s smile
Running to meet
With flailing arms
Jumping to some
Primal dance
“We won, we won.”
She never felt so happy
And to do it
With her best friend
Just made her smile
Even bigger
His heart
Thumping
In his chest
Sweaty palms
Thoughts of self-doubt
Worth
Appearance
Intelligence
And courage
Courage to ask
To ask
“Will you marry me?
She smiled up at him
“Yes”
His world collapsed
Into a singularity
Of
Happiness
It took her a long time
A life time
Failed pregnancies
Divorce
Hatred
The hatred
Of self
Her career
Her looks
God, she hated her life
But slowly
Slowly
She worked through them
Resolved
Her inner turmoil's
Or came to terms
With those issues
That plagued her thoughts
And self esteem
Stopping her
From finding
Inner peace
Sine qua non
Of
Her happiness
Contemporary Ode To A Mother Crying Out
To Her Children…2015
Sprawled out on life’s stage,
her world turns and runs
river red with the blood of her children:
flowing like a wandering stream.
Bloated ballooned bellies
mock aborted pregnancies;
once luscious breasts
sag in parallel union
with sinking faces
of lost hope.
Lost hope—whirling
like solitary ghost smoke
of abandoned fires:
abandoned fires
dying in waning time.
Hollowed red eyes
of fleeing lovers look rearward:
the wholeness of nothingness simmering;
as smiling death sits—
waiting and anticipating the wonted feast.
Heartbeat of hope struggles—
murmuring in the valleys and shadows;
searching the gods’ penurious mercy.
In the midst of the Dante, hazed hell,
a wretched mother clings
to time and history—once again.
Rooted in her audacious faith,
she cries out to her wandering brood in Diaspora:
those liberating souls spewed from her precious womb.
Scattered liberating souls—umbilical bound;
destined to restore her great grand glory:
With sage seasoned good courage,
sagaciously she squats—
awaiting the victory.